I have been told

I live in a fantasy

I have been told

That my head is always

Soaring high above the clouds

They say “Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers at your feet that bloom”

But all those flowers

Have been found dead on my lawn

All those petals

Were whisked away by the wind

I’m left here

Standing on frozen grass

With bare feet

Just waiting for a seed

To bloom once again

Above the clouds

Is where the Earth ends

And a whole new galaxy begins

Stars and stars

Purple, pink, blue,

Red, orange, yellow,

Brown, white,

Crystals, burning gas,

and maybe even aliens

All exist

Beyond this Earth

Beyond our lives

So what if

What we all really need

Is a chance to break free

And explore the unknown?

What if a

Daily trip to a local store

Is changed to a

Daily trip to a city store?

After returning to local,

Wouldn’t you realize the difference?

Wouldn’t you recognize the

New beauty?

Because what really brings

Beauty to simplicity

Is stepping away from it

To experience difference

So what if a trip to the moon

A break from the cycle of reality

Is actually what we all need

To notice the life once held

Of the dead flowers on our lawns?

Or the satisfying crunch

Of walking on cold grass?

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